The Pope, a man of the cloth turned master of pain, commands Katie Kush to strip and assume the position. She's shackled and spread, her wrists and ankles secured to a sturdy frame. He drizzles hot wax onto her skin, making her jerk and moan. He uses a variety of whips and floggers, each one leaving its unique mark on her flesh. He inserts a wicked-looking probe into her pussy, twisting it to stimulate her G-spot. He adds a vibrating egg to her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. Despite the pain, she's getting wetter, her body responding to the intense stimulation. He leans in, his voice a low growl, "You're enjoying this, aren't you, my little slave?" She nods, her eyes hooded with lust and pain.